samaraI can’t believe I have only a little over 2 weeks before it’s time to move. I have to pick the Uhaul up on the 29th so I can have everything packed by the 30th. I can then do my walk through after taking pictures with Hilltop so they can’t say a thing when it’s time to return my security deposit.
I already got my new address and the directions for driving there…17 hours of driving…man.
I was staying with my Mom for maybe a week and a half and that did not work out at all so I went back home. It is unbearable to live with her. All she does is bitch. It’s like I can’t please her no matter what I do and she starts stuff with me daily. All I have to do is walk through the door and here she goes running her mouth, pushing every button. Complaining about anything and everything I do, telling me how stupid she thinks I am for moving to Florida, or making comments about Jeremy. I don’t need to hear all that negative shit before I move.
She has never in my life encouraged me in any of my dreams. She can tell me how “stupid” or “wrong” I am, but if I am doing something right or trying to make a change for the better no encouragement. She didn’t even come to my graduation when I finished school as a MA. No one did, not even my Dad.
I couldn’t take anymore of her negative comments so I told her that for her to be going to church and singing in the choir she is one of the most negative people I have ever met. That’s why I don’t care for “church” people. They are so fake! My Dad is a so-called Muslim whom prays 5 times a day, but he is far from humble. Muslim people are suppose to be humble, but he is bitter and selfish. All that praying isn’t doing anything.
I went there today to get the boys so we can get pictures and even in that little bit of time she found time to make yet another negative comment. Those comments will not get me to stay here. All they do is give me more ambition to leave.
For the last week I have argued with her daily. Neene told me how she protects Malcolm and makes her do everything, but my Mom said Malcolm does things around the house. I was there for almost 2 weeks and from what I observed Neene was basically a maid, while my Mom like worshiped the ground Malcolm walked on. She takes him to football practice, picks him up, cleaned out his pet turtles tank, takes the turtle outside, and lets Malcolm sleep all day while Neene and I do everything around the house. If she asks Malcolm to do something he will wait until he is ready to do it. He talks back to her and she has to asks him several times before he does stuff for her.
Thursday was the last straw with her because the night before after coming back from cleaning my place we had a big argument that she started over Florida and Jeremy. My Dad convinced me to stay so the next morning I had to drop Jeremiah’s prescription up, make some copies for his health insurance and send the application in the mail. I told me my Mom I was about to go to CVS and I asked her “Should I take Jeremiah?”. She said to leave him with her, but then asked me to drop something off at my Grandma’s job and take Malcolm to practice. I told Malcolm to hurry up because I had stuff to do and after 20 minutes he was finally ready to leave.
It was 2:40pm when we left and he had to be to practice at 3pm. I had things to do and I wasn’t going to speed to get him to practice on time. (Fortunately I DO NOT worship the ground he walks on). I went to make the copies and mail the health insurance first and get gas since the gas light was on when I got in the car. Neene came and picked him up from the gas station and took him to practice after he told me he didn’t want to go because he was going to be late.
When I got back after all this my Mom starts an argument with me. She expected me to put off what I had planned to take her “precious” Malcolm to practice claiming I am selfish and it’s all about me. When is Malcolm more important to me than my own newborn son? She has to be out of her mind. I told her that:
“Yeah, I would get all this clout when it comes to your precious Malcolm, but if it was Neene or me then it wouldn’t be a problem.”
She just kept going on and on all in front of Neene’s friends. The argument then went from Malcolm to Florida to Jeremy. What does taking Malcolm to practice have to do with Florida and Jeremy? And why is it rude for me to talk back, but when her 16 year-old son whom does nothing you ask talks back it’s okay? Why do I have to tell him to not talk to her like that? If it was me I would’ve got knocked out.
After all that I grabbed my things and left. I had enough of her.